Fairly Merry Christmas
Listen, I’m down for Christmas. There’s an element of joy that still takes me back to my younger years when I see folks out buying gifts, and wide-eyed kids reveling in the holiday bustle. I even took a long walk last night just to take in the cold December night, and walked by the ice rink they have out near the Piers.
But everyone seems to keep drilling into me that I’m something of a Scrooge for not being as ardently festive as they are. In fact, my boss just called me a Scrooge because she says I don’t like any of the holiday things she does. One of my co-workers came into my office with puppy dog eyes and said, "Joshy, I’m sad that you’re not doing anything for Christmas this year."
Thanks for the reminder, sweets!
I actually chose to have a low-key Christmas this year. Going back home to the fam in SD is always something of a headache, both in having to deal with the fam and deal with the airports. And I didn’t want to have a repeat of going to see my grandparents in Vegas like I did last year when I gained a bunch of weight from eating out and drinking every night, weight that I have STILL not lost. And I didn’t want to use up any more of my vacation hours, since I’d like to store them up for something bigger and better next year.
So don’t cry for me, Argentina. I promise I ain’t suffering. And happy holidays. Really!
